Forget The Pain

When I was single it was so hard to feel happy for the people in my life getting engaged. It was like they forgot how horrible and painful it can be sometimes sans man. People in a relationship forget the pain of being single, like getting a man was a big smack on the head causing profuse bleeding and temporary amnesia.

Now that I am engaged I try to temper my glorious euphoria around my single friends because I remember how I felt, when it was not me, and I really wanted the same things. This is a time when I need all my girls, married or single (as most of them are single), single most of all. Those are the girls that while sobbing incoherently on the floor picked me up, or listened to my long winded documentaries about how wonderful Mr. Rogue’s eyes were, sharing with me all the ups and downs of the relationship rollercoaster. I want to be able to share everything, like I have always done, but still I wonder if I am being tactless, if I am poking at a sore wound, and how smart that really is. But once you start talking weddings, babies, kids, the single brain seems to turn off. Hey I was there too. Now I find myself getting drawn down the tunnel of how amazing those conversations are. Hello Stepford wife here I come.